written by Alfred Lord TennysonMove eastward, happy earth, and leave
Yon orange sunset waning slow:
From fringes of the faded eve,
O, happy planet, eastward go:
Till over thy dark shoulder glow
Thy silver sister world, and rise
To glass herself in dewey eyes
That watch me from the glen below.
Ah, bear me with thee, lightly borne,
Dip forward under starry light,
And move me to my marriage-morn,
And round again to happy night.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Wed 08.12.2009 at 20:42
LIKE souls that balance joy and pain,
With tears and smiles from heaven again
The maiden Spring upon the plain
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Sun 08.09.2009 at 03:09
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Fri 08.07.2009 at 18:05
Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only thro' the faded leaf
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Wed 07.15.2009 at 06:56
I wage not any feud with Death
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's embrace
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Thu 06.25.2009 at 19:10
O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
written by Alfred Lord Tennyson, published on Tue 06.23.2009 at 19:11
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swoon'd nor utter'd cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,